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— Mahatma Gandhi
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The Gift of Being Fully Heard
By Katie Rea — spiritual director, writer, and companion for those listening deeply to life as it is. We eagerly anticipate Triennial 2027 in Phoenix, Arizona, for The Order of the Daughters of the King. Also, Wisdom Tree Collective will offer a new series on Active Listening. It feels like the right moment to return
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Can Spiritual Direction Cross Religious Traditions?
“To receive spiritual direction is to recognize that God does not solve our problems or answer all our questions, but leads us closer to the mystery of our existence where all questions cease.” ~Henri Nouwen By Katie Rea — spiritual director, writer, and companion for those listening deeply to life as it is. When I
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Finding Focus: The Struggle of Distractions in Daily Tasks
By Katie Rea — spiritual director, writer, and companion for those listening deeply to life as it is. Has anyone else experienced a day like this? I sat down at my desk and looked at my list of to‑do items. Ironically, it was a list I had forgotten I even wrote. It was my attempt
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A Christmas Vacation Rooted in History
This year, for the first time, my husband, my parents, and I took a Christmas vacation. Usually, if we do travel, it’s to Chattanooga, Tn, to see my family. Or, they come to Nashville to see us. Mom and I made plans to do something unique this year. Christmas Eve was spent with our high
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Light in the Darkness
“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?” ~Psalm 27:1 I’ve had unsettling dreams the past few nights. In each one, I found myself in arguments with loved ones. Some felt like flashbacks to real conflicts from years past, while others were entirely fictional. Yet each time I woke, I carried
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